Baking I've said this many times before, baking, freaks me out. It's so stressful to me (who has had no formal instruction nor schooling in the art of baking) but its also very exciting. Save for a couple of recipes, I am truly horrible at it--a position I never thought to find myself at in the kitchen. But then, I remember, about 15 years ago, with no other reason except that I didn't want to take calls anymore (my call center days), I applied for a trainer position in the company I was working for, without knowing anything about the job and what it entails, not even knowing if I had the chops for it, I just upped and did it and oh boy, where that unexpected turn brought me. Being a corporate trainer, master facilitator, OD Consultant and practioner was the most fulfilling job I have ever had. I also did not have any formal instruction (at that point) and yet, with determination and ferocity, I just did it. Now, when I bake, i am nervous, I am stressed and I don't want any one to talk to me. When the cakes, cupcakes, icing etc.. dont turn out right, I drown in disappointment. It takes me a few days to get over it then, im back at it again, battling flour and frosting in the hopes of getting an acceptable enough output. Just so I can say, I can still learn. I can still create, that I am still alive and fighting for my bit of earth. And so now, I am looking at ugly cupcakes and seriously failed frosting and I feel like saying, fuckit, I'm going back to stove-top (where it is safe and forgiving). But I know in a few days I will be itching for that mixing bowl again and ideas bursting out of my head for my next baking (mis) adventure. Until then, I resolve to take failure by the hand and tell him who I am and who I've been and what I've done with my life so far, and we will be friends and I will learn how to bake, come hell or burnt butter. https://www.instagram.com/p/CCYqZ1PDA8R/?igshid=wp52g49ks2do